Vicki lived in a college town in the midwest. She had a beautiful, spacious home on a secluded, wooded lot. At forty-two, she was financially secure, and enjoyed a rather easy, pleasant life.
Vicki had always been considered beautiful, with her blonde hair and her generous curves. But with maturity, she had only become more lovely, in the way that an elegant woman can, with her perfect clothes sense and knack for just the right accessories and accents. Her breasts and hips were full, and though she was not tall, she had presence.
Every August, she placed an ad in newspapers in upscale suburbs for a girl attending the nearby college to share her home with her. Not every girl wanted to live in a dorm, with lots of drinking and craziness going on, and parents sometimes felt better about having their daughter staying with a mature, adult woman. Vicki especially liked freshman girls. In fact, she had a rule--not stated in the ad--that the girl must be living away from home for the first time.
There was something so beautiful, so thrilling, about seeing a fresh, lovely, eighteen-year-old young woman arrive to come live in her house with her. She loved their lightness and brightness, the vitality and feminine presence they brought through the door with them.
One year there had been Jennifer, who had loved for Vicki to go shopping with her. They "shopped til they dropped." Then, they would come back to Vicki's well-appointed home, and try on pretty things and show off for each other. Vicki always made sure to tell Jennifer how gorgeous, how sexy, how perfect she was. Many of Jennifer's friends her own age were snarky and competitive, but Vicki always made her feel like a princess in a fairy tale...a princess with a gold card! Late one afternoon, while modeling some gorgeous lacey underwear for each other, Vicki put on some nice, slow music. Then she walked slowly up to Jennifer, whom she had been building up and lavishing with affection for weeks, and tenderly took the girl with the long straight dark hair into her arms and began slow-dancing with her. Both wore just bra and panties, Vicki's light green, Jennifer's pure white.
"You're so pretty," Vicki had breathed against Jennifer's silky-smooth neck as she gently rocked together with her. Vicki's hands gently stroked the girl, as if she were a frisky colt in need of calming by the mare. She pulled her close and let her face come into contact with Jennifer's, cheek-to-cheek. She could feel the younger woman trembling in her arms as a little soft cry of pleasure escaped the beautiful teenager. Vicki let her soft lips graze Jennifer's cheek. Then she gazed calmly into the excited girl's eyes and very slowly moved in and kissed her. Still kissing the surrendering girl, Vicki let her hands roam over her perfect, willowy young body,
until her delicate hands rested on Jennifer's shoulders. She toyed with the strap of her bra, as she whispered, "Let's go to bed, sweety."
Jennifer had simply nodded her head adorably. Hand in hand, the two women had gone to Vicki's bedroom and made love. And they had made love every day for the rest of the school year. Vicki had had a letter from Jennifer just recently, in fact, saying that she was getting married next summer....to another woman.
Vicki sighed happily at the memory. There had also been Shannon, Megan, and Wendy. Each girl had had different needs, but Vicki had been able to win each girl's heart, and of course, to make each of them her lover.
And now, there would be Karen. A girl away from home for the first time. A girl whose mother had died when she was only eight years old. A beautiful, shy girl.
Finally the day arrived when Karen's father came and dropped her off, with all her things for college. Karen was wearing jeans, a red and white softball shirt and a blue baseball cap, with her curly brunette ponytail sticking out the back.
Vicki watched out the window for a moment, and was amazed to find that simply watching Karen's ponytail bounce, just admiring the soft curve of her breasts under her shirt, had made her begin to get moist between her legs.
Gathering her wits, Vicki took a sweet, deep breath, smiled, and walked outside to greet Karen and her father.
"Mr. Young," said Vicki politely, extending her delicate hand.
"Yes, we made it!" he said with a chuckle, taking Vicki's hand. Then they both turned to Karen, pride shining in her father's eyes.
Vicki reached out and gave the beautiful young girl a quick warm hug and a dazzling smile. "I know you're going to feel right at home here, Karen," she said, looking warmly into the girl's eyes. Karen smiled and shyly looked down, then looked up again and didn't know what to say, bashfulness having gotten the best of her. Both females laughed.
"She'll love it here, Mr. Young," assured Vicki as she put an arm around Karen's shoulders and guided her toward the house. Mr. Young trailed behind with some bags, and Karen was also carrying a duffel in one hand.
After twenty minutes, all the various bags, and tennis rackets and hats and stuffed toys had been transferred into Vicki's home, along with their beautiful young mistress.
After Karen's father had left, Vicki offered to help Karen get squared away. She stood in the bedroom doorway, her fine hands folded in front of her, letting Karen see how beautiful she was, with her blonde hair contrasted against her dark green ribbed sweater, and her black slacks showing off her shape.
She decided to try something. "No hats in the house!" she announced playfully, and walked over and carefully unsnapped the back of Karen's hat, to free her ponytail, and then tenderly took the cap off her head.
Vicki smiled at Karen as she did this, and Karen just stood still and smiled shyly and said with a soft giggle, "Sorry! I'll try to learn the rules, Miss--"
Vicki waved her hand impatiently and said, "Call me Vicki, and the only rule is that you be happy here." She smoothed the girl's hair. "Well, I'll let you get settled." With a last reassuring smile, she turned and left the room.